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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.