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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.