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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Smog,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.