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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.