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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.