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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Television,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
AZ,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.