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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.