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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.