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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the funk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.