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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.