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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.