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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.