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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.