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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.