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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.