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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.