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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 808 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Delta 5,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.