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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 MDC 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.