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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.