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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.