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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.