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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Trojans to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.