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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.