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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.