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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.