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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.