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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.