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 Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Ludus,
UT,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.