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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.