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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Shoche,
Ronan,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.