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 Estonia and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.