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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.