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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Can,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.