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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.