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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.