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 United States and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.