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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.