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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.