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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.