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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.