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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Television,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.