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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Kas Product,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.