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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.