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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.