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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Searchers to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.