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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.