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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.