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 Maldives and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.