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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.