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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.