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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.