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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.