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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Mars,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.