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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.