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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.