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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.