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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Nas,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.