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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
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.