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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Television,
Faust,
cv313,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.