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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Faust,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.