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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
UT,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.