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 Kenya and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.