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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.