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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.