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 Albania 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Hoover,
Television,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.