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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.