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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
PIL,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.