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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.