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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.