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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.