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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.