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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.