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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Crime,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.