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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.