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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.