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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.