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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.