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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.