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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.