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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.