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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.