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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Faust,
AZ,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.