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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.