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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.