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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.