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 Micronesia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Technova,
AZ,
Franke,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.