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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.