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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Television,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.