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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.