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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
ABC,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.