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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.