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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.