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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.