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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.