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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.