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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.