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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.