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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.