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 Japan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.