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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.