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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.