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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.