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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Index,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.