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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.