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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.