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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.