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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Gong,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.