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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.