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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.