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 Sri Lanka 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.