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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.