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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.