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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.