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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.