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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.