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 Finland 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
CMW,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.