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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.