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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Can,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.