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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.