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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.