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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.