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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble 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.