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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.