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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
MC5,
Darondo,
Mars,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.