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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Martian,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.