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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.