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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
the Association,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.