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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Monks,
New Order,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.