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 Marshall Islands 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.