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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Echospace,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.