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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Gong,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.