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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.