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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Monks,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.