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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.