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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.