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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.