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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.