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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.