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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Flipper,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.