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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.