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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
X-102,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.