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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.