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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.