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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Ossler 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 grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.