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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.