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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania 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.