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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.