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 Suriname and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.