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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.