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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.