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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.