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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 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 a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.