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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.