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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.