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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lyres to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.