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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.