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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.