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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.