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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.