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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.