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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Pole,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.