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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.