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 China and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.