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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Faust,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.