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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.