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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.