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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.