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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Index,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
10cc,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.