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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.