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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Monks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.