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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.