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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
The Remains,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.