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 China and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.