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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.