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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.