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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.