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 Bolivia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.