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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.