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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.