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 Cuba and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.