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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.