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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Television,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.