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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.