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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.