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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.