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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.