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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.