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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Chrome,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
CMW,
Magma,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.