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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.