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 Greece and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Smog,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.