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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
UT,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.