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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Sparks,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.