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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.