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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.