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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.