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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Cure 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.