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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Ituana,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.