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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
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.