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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.