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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.