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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.