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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Main Source,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.