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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Faust,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.