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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.