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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.