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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.