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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.