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 Norway 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.