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 Serbia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.