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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
ABC,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
the Human League,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.