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 Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.