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 Lucia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.