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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Scion,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.