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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.