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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.