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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.