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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Faust,
Index,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.