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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.