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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.