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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Brick,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.