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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.