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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 sitar 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
UT,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.