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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.