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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.