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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.