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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.