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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Moebius,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.