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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.