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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.