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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.