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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.