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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Wire to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.