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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
June Days,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.