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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.