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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Cameo,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.