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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.