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 Maldives 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
cv313,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Can,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.