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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.