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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.