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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Qualms,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.