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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Excepter,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Jandek,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.