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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.