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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.