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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crime to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.