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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.