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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.