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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.