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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Neu!,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.