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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
the Association,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.