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 France and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.