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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Index,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.