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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.