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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.