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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.