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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
10cc,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.