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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.