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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.