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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.