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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.