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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.