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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.