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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.