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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.