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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.