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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.