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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
the Association,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.