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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Whodini,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.