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 Hungary 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.