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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.