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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.