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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.