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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.