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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.