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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.