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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.