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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
DNA,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.