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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Wire,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.