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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.