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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.