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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
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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.