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 China and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Nico,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.