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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.