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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Symarip,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
PIL,
MC5,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.