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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.