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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.