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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.