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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.