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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.