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 India and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.