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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.