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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Flipper to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.