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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.