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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.