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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.