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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.