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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
PIL,
JFA,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.