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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Evens to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.