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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.