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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.