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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.