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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Residents,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.