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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Flipper,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.