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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.