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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.