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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.