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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.