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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.