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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.