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 Pakistan 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.