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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.