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 Mauritania and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.