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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
The Fall,
cv313,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.