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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.