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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Urselle,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.