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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.