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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
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 Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.