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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.