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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.