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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.