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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.