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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Wings,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.