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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.