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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Darondo,
Franke,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
cv313,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.