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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.