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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.