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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.