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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.