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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Magma,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.