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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bush Tetras 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.