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 Djibouti 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.