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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.