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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.