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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.