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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.