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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.