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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.