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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
June of 44,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.