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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.