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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.