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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.