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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.