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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.