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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.