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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.