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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.