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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan 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?
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.