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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
UT,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.