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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.