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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.