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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Wire,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.