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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 June Days to the disco 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.