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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.