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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Unwound,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.