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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
MDC,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.