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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Motorama,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Television,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.