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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.