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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.