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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.