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 Marshall Islands 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Index,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
the Germs,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.