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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.