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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.