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 Vanuatu 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.