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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.