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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.