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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.