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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.