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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Residents,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.