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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.