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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.