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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.