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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, 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.