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 Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.