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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.