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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.