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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.