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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.