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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.