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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
The Index,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.