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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Slave,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.