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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.