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 Palau 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.