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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.