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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Television,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.