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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.