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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.