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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
John Cale,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Slave,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.