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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.