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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.