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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.