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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
June Days,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.