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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.