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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.