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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.