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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.