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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.