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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.