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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.