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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.