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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.