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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Gong,
Mars,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.