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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.