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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.