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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.