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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.