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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.