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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.