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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.