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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.