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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.