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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.