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 Malawi and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.