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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.