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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Gories to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.