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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.