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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.