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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.