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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.