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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.