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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Don Cherry 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.