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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.