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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.