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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.