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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks 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?
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.