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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.