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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed 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 grunge 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.