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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.