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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.