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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.