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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Motions 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Ludus,
Ronan,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.