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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The Index,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.