Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Swans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
The Residents,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.