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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.