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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.