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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.