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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.