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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.