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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.