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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.