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 Guinea 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Wings,
Pole,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.