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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.