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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.