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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
June Days,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.