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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.