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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.