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 New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Index,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.