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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.