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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.