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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
ABC,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.