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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Smog,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.