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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.