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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.