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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
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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.