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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.