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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
New Order,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.