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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.