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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.