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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.