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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.