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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.