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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.