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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.