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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.