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 Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.