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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Move to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.