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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.