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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Pylon,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.