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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.