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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.