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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Index,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.