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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
UT,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.