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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
ABC,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.