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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.