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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.