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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.