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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
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.