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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.