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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.