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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.