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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.