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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.