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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
MDC,
Quantec,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
ABC,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.