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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.