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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.