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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.