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 Nauru and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.