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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.