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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.