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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.