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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
JFA,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.