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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
The Human League,
The Associates,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.