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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.