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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.