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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.