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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.