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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Fear,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.