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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.