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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.