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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.