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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Evens,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.