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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.