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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.