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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.