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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.