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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.