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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.