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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.