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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.