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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.