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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.