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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.