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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Magma,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.