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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.